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the wheather was cold until your eyes
I do not understand
One bird was frozen
I think my heart
Cigarette,
Dressing gown,
Nose full.
She dances.
Clinging to happiness
Grip is slipping,
Another line
Another day
Another ***.
Another beer.
One last hurrah.
I wonder to myself,
Does my mother actually know me?
I,
No longer.
Feel the presence
Of
God
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